Frail - Ihsahn

The air is thick with strangers

Laughing through your screaming lungs

Imploding in your chest like death

Absent exit signs ignite the flames

The fear, the rage that tear down walls

Alas, in dreams alone they all collapse

These hoarders of paragraphs

And alibis and secret lies and hollow needs

And enemies that draw you in

These pillars of everything mundane

Are but a gateway to oblivion

Fever burning, weak and pale

Like vultures to the wounded they’ll come

You can’t afford to be this frail

They’ll steal you

Not cut out to follow

Nor fit to rule

A dethroned king of diamonds

In the garments of a fool

This jest of chaos

This irony of common fate

Some like dominoes

Some like dominoes (dominoes)

Some like angels

Apart

In love

From grace

We fall, fall, fall

Fever burning, weak and pale

You can’t afford to be this frail

Like vultures to the wounded they’ll come

To steal you

Deceive you

Mislead you

Erase you

Fever burning, weak and pale

You can’t afford to be this frail

Like vultures to the wounded they’ll come

To steal you

Deceive you

Mislead you

Erase you